What Could I Do But

A Ball Had Passed Between My Body And The Right Arm Which Supported Him, Cutting Through The Sleeve And Passing Through His Chest From Shoulder To Shoulder. There Was No More To Be Done For Him And I Left Him To His Rest. I Have Never Mended That Hole In My Sleeve.

Offering A Hand Up Is Not A Hand-out.

I Founded The American Red Cross.

I Have Never Worked For Fame Or Praise, And Shall Not Feel Their Loss As I Otherwise Would. I Have Never For A Moment Lost Sight Of The Humble Life I Was Born To, Its Small Environments, And The Consequently Little Right I Had To Expect Much Of Myself, And Shall Have The Less To Censure, Or Upbraid Myself With For The Failures I Must See Myself Make.

It Is Wise Statesmanship Which Suggests That In Time Of Peace We Must Prepare For War, And It Is No Less A Wise Benevolence That Makes Preparation In The Hour Of Peace For Assuaging The Ills That Are Sure To Accompany War.